There's a lot of politics A lot of cruel There's always that elephant inside the room There's a lot of talking and throwing looks Not all our bruises are noticeable
There's always that happiness they want to sell you Look at how they made us look at ourselves There are many quiet tears and flawless feeds There's a lot of drink-it-away at the parties
And I keep on waiting for time to slow down And I keep on hoping for love to come around And I don't know how to make sense of the things that I feel
There are many waiting rooms Lot of bad news Barely awake as too late comes too soon When the ground beneath you is shifting where you stand What you took for granted runs like sand out of your hands
And all that we wish is for time to slow down And all that we hope is that love will come around And try to find ways to make sense of the things that we feel
There are many lonely nights, unrequited love So many words that just wasn't enough There are many walks home to an empty house Waiting for somebody to chase the darkness out
And I keep on waiting for time to slow down And I keep on hoping for love to come around And I don't know how to make sense of the things that I feelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
